I've had a big fall. I say that for two reasons. One, I think I've eaten my weight in junk food. I am certain I am going to have to break out the fatty jeans or live in leggings.
I'm kind of okay with this. Food is good, and leggings expand.
Two, I have learned so much about myself. I have always been so envious of my dad for being so wise. He has given me tidbits of advice throughout any trials that I have had, and I have always looked at him and wondered how he knew so much. Seriously. I am a hot head, I am impatient, I have prided myself on being "tough", and I have a VERY quick tongue. The thing that I have learned is that I got a lot of this from him, and the only thing that tames this wild beast is time and experience.
I've learned that there are few things in life to get angry over. Every day occurances are not worth the sweat off of your brow. There are big things going on in the world. People who have real problems. Mine are trivial in comparison. The kids won't quit crying or fighting? That means I have children- something that I wasn't sure of 5 years ago. And I have TWO. They are warm, full, and healthy. The house being a mess? It means that I have a house, and I have a job and a family that keep me from cleaning it. Social drama? People care enough about me to be angry with me, and I have people in my life that I care enough for to be angry with them. There are people that have no one to even speak their name. I cannot imagine that kind of lonliness.
I am so impatient. If I am three deep in line at Walmart I lose my mind. I would never make it in a big town because the traffic in my little ole town makes me MAD. However, after this fall, I am beginning to look at it differently. This is such an opportunity from God to have quiet time. Its a gift. Although I am a complete work in progress, I am really trying to appreciate this and take in those small moments. No moment is a waste of my time. All of it is a gift and meant to be treasured. If waiting in line is a waste of my time, then that is my fault it was wasted.
Ever since I was little my dad has told me that I have two eyes, two ears, and only ONE mouth. This has always been a hard lesson. Im not observant. I don't listen. I talk WAY too much. There is a line in a "What do I know of Holy" by Addison Road that struck me and probably changed this part of me. she says " I try to hear from heaven, but I talk the whole time" This is the story of my life. I always wondered why I haven't felt that connection with God in so long. It has a lot to do with the fact that I wouldn't shut my mouth. I wasn't listening for Him. I don't know how I missed the memo on this one, but I certainly did. Its pretty essential, folks. And practicing this has changed my life completely. My words to God were also very selfish ones. I was asking for so much, but giving little thanks. We are blessed, people. So very blessed. Whatever trials and tribulations we endure, we are still unbelievably blessed by our Father. We are so very lucky.
I read something on Pinterest that said the world has enough tough women. We need mild and compassionate women. This struck me as odd, because we are told to be strong and independent. I desire both. But I don't need to be only tough anymore. I can cry, and its okay. I can be vulnerable and weak, and its okay. I can admit my faults, and its okay. I am a strong and independent woman, but I am also human. I struggle with this one a little- my big brothers raised me to be a tough one. I think the goal is to strive to be a woman of strength, AND of grace.
I really am just in awe of life sometimes. I look back 10 years and hardly recognize the woman that I was. I'm sure this is just the beginning of a long process of evolving- becoming the person that you are intended to be, that God intends for you to be. I am not regretful of any experience that has had a hand in my evolvement, for they have made me into a person that as of right now, I am pretty proud to be. I think I'm doing okay navigating the waters lately. I'm sure that at some point I will encounter something that challenges me and makes me gasp for air and feel like I'm drowning, but that is when I know to have faith, and to stop what I'm doing, and to listen.
Last things last...
One- check your dryer vents. Ours was clogged and caught our dryer on fire. FLAMES. It was caught in time, and I get a new dryer, but still- it could have burned the house down.
Two- The child is still pulling his poop out of his diaper. Help.
Ciao.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
poop
so my form of intimacy may be TMI. Proceed with caution.
I'm having an issue with the large kid. He won't potty train. Doesn't have a care in the world if his diaper is full to the brim and hanging to his ankles. He just rocks it and keeps playing. I don't really push it. I'm not one for milestones, or what they are "supposed to be doing"... I don't really care as long as they are clean, full, warm and happy. I figure he won't throw his graduation cap in the air while wearing pull ups. This is my hope. who knows. I'm sure its happened before.
The latest though, is that he is pulling out his poop and placing it in strange places.
you heard me.
I have yet to witness this, but my husband and cousin have on occasion, and I have to say, I am disgusted and humored all at the same time. Gives a whole new meaning to the term "toilet humor", doesn't it? So, here are the wonderful places that the poop has been placed.
the garbage disposal. yup- you read that correctly. we have cleaned.
the playroom floors and wall.
the walls at my cousins house
and the most mysterious location is somewhere in the vicinity of the couch. I say this only because we haven't found it quite yet. We just know it smells.
Kinda reminds me of when his belly button fell off and we couldn't find it. Still haven't. Maybe its with the poop.
ciao.
I'm having an issue with the large kid. He won't potty train. Doesn't have a care in the world if his diaper is full to the brim and hanging to his ankles. He just rocks it and keeps playing. I don't really push it. I'm not one for milestones, or what they are "supposed to be doing"... I don't really care as long as they are clean, full, warm and happy. I figure he won't throw his graduation cap in the air while wearing pull ups. This is my hope. who knows. I'm sure its happened before.
The latest though, is that he is pulling out his poop and placing it in strange places.
you heard me.
I have yet to witness this, but my husband and cousin have on occasion, and I have to say, I am disgusted and humored all at the same time. Gives a whole new meaning to the term "toilet humor", doesn't it? So, here are the wonderful places that the poop has been placed.
the garbage disposal. yup- you read that correctly. we have cleaned.
the playroom floors and wall.
the walls at my cousins house
and the most mysterious location is somewhere in the vicinity of the couch. I say this only because we haven't found it quite yet. We just know it smells.
Kinda reminds me of when his belly button fell off and we couldn't find it. Still haven't. Maybe its with the poop.
ciao.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
The knock off dilemma
So I have a fetish for knock off bags and the like. I will thoroughly inspect the good inside and out, and I am very picky about what I buy. Thing is, I have decided, and am convinced, that street vendors and other people selling knock offs are just outlet stores for these hoity toity designers.
But that isn't my dilemma.
I own some authentic goods, and I own some knock off goods. I'm about 99% sure that no one would know which was which without me blurting it out (which I do every time- I am very proud of my bargains.), but at the same time- what is worse? Paying sick amounts of money to carry the real thing, or pretending that what you are carrying is the real thing?
As I get older, I search for authenticity in a lot of places. In people, in their actions, in my faith- but mostly in myself. I am not a fan of the person that pretends to be one kind of person, but deep down they are a completely different soul. I like genuine people. I admire them. If you are a rude and miserable person, just throw it out there. I would rather deal with a jerk than deal with someone rude yet smiling. I can't handle fake. I wasn't raised like that, and my face doesn't react well to fake responses. I will completely look at you like you are insane. My apologies- it's like a reflex.
How do you handle people that are unauthentic? You can't pack them up and send them back to China like you can bags. I try to be a nice person, and although I am sporting a crinkled brow, I don't think I offend the offender. I have heard "kill them with kindness" but that doesn't satisfy me. I want to shake them and insist that they be real to me and to others. So to ask again, how do you respond to this?
Hopefully I will wake up to a genius response after a bad nights sleep of having nightmares filled with toddlers and airports.
And, by the way, this comes from no place in particular other than the fact that I just ordered a fake bag, and I have to say- it's darn nifty.
ciao
But that isn't my dilemma.
I own some authentic goods, and I own some knock off goods. I'm about 99% sure that no one would know which was which without me blurting it out (which I do every time- I am very proud of my bargains.), but at the same time- what is worse? Paying sick amounts of money to carry the real thing, or pretending that what you are carrying is the real thing?
As I get older, I search for authenticity in a lot of places. In people, in their actions, in my faith- but mostly in myself. I am not a fan of the person that pretends to be one kind of person, but deep down they are a completely different soul. I like genuine people. I admire them. If you are a rude and miserable person, just throw it out there. I would rather deal with a jerk than deal with someone rude yet smiling. I can't handle fake. I wasn't raised like that, and my face doesn't react well to fake responses. I will completely look at you like you are insane. My apologies- it's like a reflex.
How do you handle people that are unauthentic? You can't pack them up and send them back to China like you can bags. I try to be a nice person, and although I am sporting a crinkled brow, I don't think I offend the offender. I have heard "kill them with kindness" but that doesn't satisfy me. I want to shake them and insist that they be real to me and to others. So to ask again, how do you respond to this?
Hopefully I will wake up to a genius response after a bad nights sleep of having nightmares filled with toddlers and airports.
And, by the way, this comes from no place in particular other than the fact that I just ordered a fake bag, and I have to say- it's darn nifty.
ciao
You're Kidding Me!
I don't remember this from my childhood. Could Al Gore be right?! This is insanity. Its too hot to breathe. Swimming pools feel like bathtubs. I may be melting.
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
out with the dukan, in with... nothing.
You know, I'm not a big meat eater. This is something that I should have considered when attacking a protein diet. What's a girl to do when she loves carbs?! Right after we got married, I read Skinny Bitch. BAD IDEA for the daughter of a man that raised and butchered cattle. I called my dad to declare I was a vegetarian. I didn't last on that either. Sometimes a girl just needs a steak. Grey is not my strong suit in any situation. I'm a black and white kinda girl.
I can't tolerate when people are all about fad diets. Sadly, I got sucked into this one. I am sure that it works, as I have a friend that is melting away on it, but at the same time, and at the end of the day, there is only one truth- burn more, eat less.
The thing is, when does "burn more" come into play? I have spent the last 2.5 years going to work and then taking care of babies. I get home, and it is a madhouse until 8pm. There is no time to work out, so here it is. This is what I may have figured out- While in the pool today, I strapped my 18 month on to me and swam across the pool maybe 500 times. (I may have exaggerated that a little) That is surely enough to burn of something, right?
Did I mention he was naked? How's that for a redneck adventure. In all seriousness, why can't I work out while spending time with my kids? The thing is, I can do a little something good for me, and fun for them.
I refuse to post anything else about weight or working out. Well, I may complain, but no more remedies from me. You read it here, folks- burn more, eat less. I'm a walking hypocrite. But fact is fact. As my dad says, there is no free lunch. Take that literally.
Other than that, the boys are truly hilarious each day. Neither of them listen, and I watch a lifetime's worth of Scooby Doo each day. Will's favorite is Behlma. (velma) and he screams her name out when she is on. Last night he said "Run Shaggy! I love you!" I also heard rumors of a Toy Story 4. God help us all.
Luke is a mess. Smiles all day, and you can't help but smile back at those dimples. He is fiercely independent, and at times I know in 10 short years he's probably going to sneak out and steal my car or burn the house down. The kid is fearless.
Headed to the beach soon. The boys first plane ride. I have bought everything at One Step Ahead related to travel, and have an Amazon box coming each day with distraction toys, bags for car seats, and sunscreen bracelets. I think I'm pretty prepared for the kids, but my husband may kill me before we leave.
I hope you all had an awesome holiday. We are so lucky to live in a place where we can write whatever we want to write, say whatever we want to say, and do what we want to do. It's easy to forget that sometimes.
ciao.
I can't tolerate when people are all about fad diets. Sadly, I got sucked into this one. I am sure that it works, as I have a friend that is melting away on it, but at the same time, and at the end of the day, there is only one truth- burn more, eat less.
The thing is, when does "burn more" come into play? I have spent the last 2.5 years going to work and then taking care of babies. I get home, and it is a madhouse until 8pm. There is no time to work out, so here it is. This is what I may have figured out- While in the pool today, I strapped my 18 month on to me and swam across the pool maybe 500 times. (I may have exaggerated that a little) That is surely enough to burn of something, right?
Did I mention he was naked? How's that for a redneck adventure. In all seriousness, why can't I work out while spending time with my kids? The thing is, I can do a little something good for me, and fun for them.
I refuse to post anything else about weight or working out. Well, I may complain, but no more remedies from me. You read it here, folks- burn more, eat less. I'm a walking hypocrite. But fact is fact. As my dad says, there is no free lunch. Take that literally.
Other than that, the boys are truly hilarious each day. Neither of them listen, and I watch a lifetime's worth of Scooby Doo each day. Will's favorite is Behlma. (velma) and he screams her name out when she is on. Last night he said "Run Shaggy! I love you!" I also heard rumors of a Toy Story 4. God help us all.
Luke is a mess. Smiles all day, and you can't help but smile back at those dimples. He is fiercely independent, and at times I know in 10 short years he's probably going to sneak out and steal my car or burn the house down. The kid is fearless.
Headed to the beach soon. The boys first plane ride. I have bought everything at One Step Ahead related to travel, and have an Amazon box coming each day with distraction toys, bags for car seats, and sunscreen bracelets. I think I'm pretty prepared for the kids, but my husband may kill me before we leave.
I hope you all had an awesome holiday. We are so lucky to live in a place where we can write whatever we want to write, say whatever we want to say, and do what we want to do. It's easy to forget that sometimes.
ciao.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
dukan diet-day 3
So I have to say, I'm a believer. In 3 days, I have lost 8lbs. Again, not saying that is water weight, or whatever.. at the end of the day, 8lbs is 8 lbs, so, screw you.
Today, I even had struggles! I ate a whole package of m&ms, and then I thought it was brilliant to take the boys through Mickey D's for some super nutritional food, and I wanted a salad.
Satan was against me.
I remember the days that my dad would want something that I had, and he would take a bite to make sure it wasn't poison..well, i succumbed. I ate some fries. (if I'm truly honest, it was like 15) and a bite of nuggets. the 2nd bite I spit out, so it doesn't count. It wasn't poisonous. I then decided that it was time for vegetables, so I had some barley and hops. Again, screw you. I know they aren't vegetables, but hey- it's from the ground.
At the end of the day I was down another pound, so I am a believer.
Other than that, I had a girls night tonight, and I decided that the grill that my parents got Will for Christmas (that I was saving until summer-whoops.) was a great idea for entertainment tonight for the kids. I got it out, opened the box, and decided that I HATE LITTLE TIKES. I mean, cmon. Can you put anything together? I have a 2year old and a 1 year old. I don't have time for stickers. This is your job. Meanwhile, your grill that I purchased is sitting on my deck half screwed on, without most the stickers it requires. It created a multitude of problems.
toodles...
Today, I even had struggles! I ate a whole package of m&ms, and then I thought it was brilliant to take the boys through Mickey D's for some super nutritional food, and I wanted a salad.
Satan was against me.
I remember the days that my dad would want something that I had, and he would take a bite to make sure it wasn't poison..well, i succumbed. I ate some fries. (if I'm truly honest, it was like 15) and a bite of nuggets. the 2nd bite I spit out, so it doesn't count. It wasn't poisonous. I then decided that it was time for vegetables, so I had some barley and hops. Again, screw you. I know they aren't vegetables, but hey- it's from the ground.
At the end of the day I was down another pound, so I am a believer.
Other than that, I had a girls night tonight, and I decided that the grill that my parents got Will for Christmas (that I was saving until summer-whoops.) was a great idea for entertainment tonight for the kids. I got it out, opened the box, and decided that I HATE LITTLE TIKES. I mean, cmon. Can you put anything together? I have a 2year old and a 1 year old. I don't have time for stickers. This is your job. Meanwhile, your grill that I purchased is sitting on my deck half screwed on, without most the stickers it requires. It created a multitude of problems.
toodles...
Monday, June 20, 2011
The Dukan Diet
I don't particularly think I need to lose weight....in the winter, that is. In the winter, you are covered up with layers, and look fantastic with your cashmere scarf covering your double chin. I thought I looked okay for having 2 kids in 2 years.
Then I put on a bikini.
For all you haters- no, I do not think I am fat-- that is not what this is about. I do, however, think that I look a little different than I did when I was a senior in highschool, although I weight the same amount. What is up with this? Will and Luke. That's what. Little punks. So since I loathe working out, I have decided to lose a little more weight than I was intending.
Kate Middleton inspired American to jump on board with the Dukan diet, and I am a sucker, and I followed. Who doesn't want that body? Nevermind the fact that she is at least 6 inches taller than me, childless, and a freaking princess....
Anyway...
So I started it. The first day I was on the pure protein portion I was invited to Los Cabos. FAIL. I will do anything for a bowl of queso and a Corona.
So I started again yesterday. SUCCESS! 5 lbs down the first day. I couldn't believe it either. I am 130% sure that was all water weight, but I am not really complaining. Today I would have killed someone for a snickers, but I drank coffee at 3pm instead, and I have to say that I enjoyed it. My teeth are destined to be brown. It is inevitable.
Tomorrow I am allowed vegetables with my protein. I think that includes barley and hops as they grow from the ground and are meant to be consumed. I believe beer is totally natural, so I am adding it to the Cruise phase. I will refrain from adding a play by play of my progress, but I may remember to tell funny stories about what has happened to me during this challenge. The odds are against me, that is for sure, but I won the snickers battle, so I can do about anything... except turn down a beer.
toodles!
Then I put on a bikini.
For all you haters- no, I do not think I am fat-- that is not what this is about. I do, however, think that I look a little different than I did when I was a senior in highschool, although I weight the same amount. What is up with this? Will and Luke. That's what. Little punks. So since I loathe working out, I have decided to lose a little more weight than I was intending.
Kate Middleton inspired American to jump on board with the Dukan diet, and I am a sucker, and I followed. Who doesn't want that body? Nevermind the fact that she is at least 6 inches taller than me, childless, and a freaking princess....
Anyway...
So I started it. The first day I was on the pure protein portion I was invited to Los Cabos. FAIL. I will do anything for a bowl of queso and a Corona.
So I started again yesterday. SUCCESS! 5 lbs down the first day. I couldn't believe it either. I am 130% sure that was all water weight, but I am not really complaining. Today I would have killed someone for a snickers, but I drank coffee at 3pm instead, and I have to say that I enjoyed it. My teeth are destined to be brown. It is inevitable.
Tomorrow I am allowed vegetables with my protein. I think that includes barley and hops as they grow from the ground and are meant to be consumed. I believe beer is totally natural, so I am adding it to the Cruise phase. I will refrain from adding a play by play of my progress, but I may remember to tell funny stories about what has happened to me during this challenge. The odds are against me, that is for sure, but I won the snickers battle, so I can do about anything... except turn down a beer.
toodles!
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